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“I missed you.” Michael mumbles and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer.

You giggle again as you’re so close to sitting on his lap now, “I’ve been around you all day.” You reply, and he shrugs, “I can’t miss my wife? My beautiful-” he cuts himself off by leaning down to the side of your neck and giving you a peck. “Beautiful wife?” He mumbles and covers the back of your neck with kisses, the softness of his mouth making your heart jump.

You lean your back on his chest, his hands resting on your stomach as yours stay on top. “You can miss me whenever you like.” You whisper, you turn your head up to stare at his jaw, and your fingers come up to it.

Rubbing it slowly, Michael looks down at you, his heart beating faster as he gulps. “Is it okay if I show you how much I’ve been missing you, now?” He rasps out and leans closer, his lips brushing over yours, and the two of you smile.

“Yes.” You graze your lips against his. Michael squeezes your waist as he finally kisses you. His tongue pushes in your mouth, moving around the tip of your tongue as he sucks on it.

You whimper and sigh as he bites your bottom lip before helping you lean forward on the counter. Michael leans against you and slides everything to the mirror and the wall. He stands and pushes his chair back, his eyes glance at your ass, and he licks his bottom lip at the way your dress accentuates your curves. Michael’s veiny right hand comes over to the zipper of your dress and pulls it down slowly, “So beautiful, look at yourself.” He almost moans out and applies pressure against your ass from his crotch.

“Michael.” You sigh and lean your head down, your panties soaked from earlier when you watched him get ready and practice. Everything else is not helping you at all.

“Come on, baby, look at yourself when I take care of you.” He chuckles, you whine and look up, making eye contact with him in the mirror.

Your dress falls on the ground, and you step out of it, kicking it to the side while Michael brings his hands to his pants and shuffles them down with his boxers. Your heart beats faster as you now stare at yourself in the mirror, your boobs on top of the counter, as your right hand grips the edge of the counter to prepare yourself.

Michael wraps his hand around his dick, the soft grunts he makes while his thick, smooth hand pumps his dick over your lace panties.

You bite your bottom lip and move your body from side to side, teasing him as pre-cum spills out from his tip, coating his fingers a little. “Look at what you do to me.” He moans, Michael then looks back at you with a nervous expression and gulps. “I uh, forgot to bring condoms, do you have any in your purse?” The confidence in his voice falters, and you shake your head no.

“I forgot too.” You whisper, you glance over your left shoulder to look at him better. “We can do this without one, if you’re up to it?” Your voice carries a gentleness that only turns him more.

Michael nods slowly, “Whatever you feel comfortable with, baby.” You smile and look back at the mirror, his hands move to your panties and roll them down.

The slickness from your pussy covers it. He watches it drop at your ankles, resting on your heels. “Goddamn mama.” He rasps.

Bringing his middle and index finger to slide up your folds, you shiver while your breath hitches. Michael pushes his right knee against your thighs to keep you open, and his thumb teases your soaked pussy. “Prettiest thing and it’s all mine to love.” Michael salivates at the sight, his dick brushes against the back of your thigh, making you press into the counter.

“Shit, Michael, don’t tease me, we barely have time.”  You whine, he smirks while his middle finger slips in your pussy, riding it up and down carefully, seeing and feeling your twitches. “That’s my problem to worry about; yours is nothing.”

Leaning on you, Michael’s lips brush over your right ear. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, mama.” He reminds you and rests his left hand on your left shoulder. 

Michael’s right hand moves to his dick and aligns it against your hole. The two of you moan, and Michael rests his forehead on your back as he inserts his dick inside. Your gummy walls pulsate hard around him, sucking him as he slowly pushes his length all the way in. 

The two of you take a deep breath, and Michael looks up, staring at you in the mirror. “That’s it, pretty girl, how does it feel?” He whispers, his lips drag wet kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. 

You moan and clear your throat, “Feels good.” You moan, and Michael nods as his mouth opens a little. His teeth dig into your skin lightly and carefully while his tongue licks up, sucking on you. Michael then rests his right hand on your stomach as he gives you deep, heavy strokes. 

Michael’s thick dick stretches you out with each thrust, deep breaths leaving from both of you, while his chest presses into your back. 

With his skilled hips, he rolls into you, and the wetness of your pussy becomes sticky with his pre-cum, loud sounds of skin meeting fill the room. “Fuck, yeah, right there.” You gasp and grip the counter. Michael bites on your shoulder before kissing you, and your pussy tightens around him while you squirm. Each thrust becomes harder and deeper than the last. 

Michael keeps a rhythm with you, and the minute you get quiet, he ruins it to hear your moans again. 

Sliding his right hand down your stomach, you gasp as Michael’s middle finger slips onto your clit, “You can take me, come on. I believe in you, mama.” He mumbles and shifts slightly, each thrust hitting your g-spot. His middle finger rubs over your clit gently. Michael smirks as he feels you push yourself against him, forcing his dick to go in deeper. 

Both of you moan, and your chest rises up and down fast while your nipples brush against the table. “Oh Mikey— oh fuck, you’re in so deep, baby.” 

You and Michael lock eyes in the mirror, forcing him to quicken his pace. His hips push forward, harder, keeping his dick buried in between your wet folds. The pressure makes you tremble while his tip coats your walls. 

Michael moves his hands to your waist, gripping it hard as it helps him keep you both steady. The counter shakes, and miscellaneous things begin to fall, but you both are so distracted by each other to care.

Michael groans deeply, “Come on, baby, make me proud.” He begs and begins to whimper, hitting you with stronger thrusts, getting you close to the edge with it. You nod and lean your head down, pressing your mouth on your forearm. Michael brings his hand up under your chin and makes you raise your head up. “Uh-uh, don’t repress yourself, let me hear you loud and clear.” Your pussy grips him from that sentence alone. Michael laughs and kisses your cheek.

“Moan with me, makes me know you like being filthy too.” He teases, and you whine, your eyes look at your neck, seeing the many bruises his lips and teeth gave you, mentally noting you’re going to have to cover them up soon. 

Michael stays inside you, the burning in his stomach coming in strong as he feels so close. He doesn’t let up from you, not even for a second. Your movements, however, grow lazy, allowing Michael to fully take control. “I got you, s’okay baby.” He mumbles and kisses your cheek, you

nod and moan, “Please, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper. “I know, I know, sweet thing. I feel you, shit, you feel good.” 

The feeling is relentless for you both, your body shaking as you try to keep up with Michael as he fucks you a bit rougher now. You whimper out his name, “Cum for me, mama. S’okay, I got you taken care of, you know this.” He begs, the way his voice gets so soft, even with the bass in it, make your choke out a moan. 

With a few more strokes in you, Michael finally pushes you over the edge as your cum covers his tip, drooling down his member. He groans deeply and lays his lips on your shoulder-blade while he slows down. It hurts so good for both of you. Your pussy feels hot now, and Michael gives you a couple more thrusts before giving you a heavy release. 

Michael’s cum shoots inside you, and his body jerks repeatedly before he goes limp. Slowly pulling out of you, his eyes darken at the way his cum and yours drip down your thighs, your pussy swollen and trembling. Michael’s right hand rubs his dick a little, hand getting sticky as he squats down. 

Resting both big hands on your ass cheeks, he opens them up and licks at your pussy, the vibration of his moans making you lean into his face.

“Mmmh.” You moan and giggle, Michael smirks and rubs his mouth side to side against your sensitive pussy, the taste and smell of you covering him. You squirm on his face, his nose and mouth feeling like a remedy. Michael moves away from you, his mouth covered with cum and drool. You look down at him, seeing the dazed look on his face. 

You and Michael breathe heavy as the two of you smile at each other. “You okay over there, Mr. Jackson?” You smile, Michael smirks, and licks his lips. “Got my meal and dessert, of course I am.” He happily states and stands up. Your eyes immediately look at his dick, soft now. 

You scoff and laugh, “I can’t believe we did that shit.” You look at him in the mirror as he grabs some tissues and shrugs, smirking away. “We’ve done it in riskier places.” He reminds you, and you hum.

Michael wipes himself first as you pull out more tissues for him to use on you. “You ready for your performance now?” You ask, and the two of you pause and smile at each other before laughing. “As long as I got your attention.” He mumbles and bites his bottom lip. You lick yours and nod, “You got it, keeping it is the real challenge.” You whisper.

Michael hums and tosses the used tissues in the trash by the counter. He leans in closer, letting his dick brush over your ass, lips ghosting against your ear. “I think I got that under control.” He mutters, and you look down, nodding. Michael kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you look up, and the two of you stare at yourselves in the mirror.

MICHAEL WAS PACING, his loafers almost leaving marks on the carpet. His jaw was clenched, his fingertips rubbing against one another instinctively. He was trying to remain calm, professional and patient, but it was almost impossible.

How could he keep his cool when his girlfriend had been filming a sex scene with another man?

He had tried to put on a brave face, thinking he would not feel a thing. After all ━ acting was your job, and Michael understood that perfectly well. However, there was a difference between understanding and seeing. And when he had watched your co-star gripping your breast a little too tightly for his liking, or how his eyes seemed to light up every time your gazes met... Michael had not been able to stop himself from interrupting the shoot.

Multiple times.

A cough there, a suggestion there... Luckily, you were very well-liked by the film crew and your reputation was second to none, otherwise, you were convinced they would have fired you. You had insisted that Michael come along, an idea you thought would help him understand that this sort of scene was just… mechanical, cold, awkward, and terribly embarrassing to do. You had wanted to reassure him, but all he had seen was a man with the woman he loved. 

Now, in your dressing room, sitting on the small armchair with your legs crossed and your jaw clenched, you were tapping your foot impatiently. Your blood was boiling, and you had to bite your lower lip several times to stop yourself from saying things you might regret.

You had not spoken a single word to him since the scene had finished. There were still a few reshoots to do before you could leave and this time you had insisted that Michael stay locked in your trailer. There was no way you were going to let him humiliate you in front of everyone again! 

The sound of his shoes thudding against the floor made your headache worse. You downed the last of the vodka in your glass in one go. 

"Are you done?" you gritted through your teeth.

Michael kept pacing around the trailer without even sparing you a glance. You rolled your eyes at him, putting the glass down on the small coffee table. Your dressing gown slipped slightly off your shoulder as you stood up, revealing the bare skin of your breast. You would be back on the set in twenty minutes.

"I asked you a question," you spoke once more, cupping his chin between your fingers. "When I ask a question, I like to be given an answer."

You were more than just annoyed ━ your boyfriend had just ruined a day’s work and he had the nerve to ignore you! You dug your nails lightly into his skin, your crimson polish almost disappearing.

In the blink of an eye, his large brown eyes met yours. They were so big and hurt that you almost felt guilty. Michael was not a manipulator, but sometimes, you felt like he was a professional gaslighter with the way he could melt your anger into remorse and softness. You eased off the pressure on his chin slightly.

"No," was the only word he pronounced.

"No?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "That’s all you’ve got to say after you’ve just embarrassed me in front of my director and crew?"

Michael turned his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"’Said I was sorry," he mumbled.

"Huh-huh, that’s not what I heard. You said no, not sorry," you corrected, turning his face back to yours so he would look at you. "You never apologised for embarrassing me in front of everyone. In fact ━ all you did was act like you were the one who got wronged!"

"Didn’t I?" Michael scoffed. "Weren’t you… with him? Right in front of me?"

Your expression changed completely, an amused grin replacing your previous frown.

"You mean… him just doing his job? Because that’s what it was, Michael ━ a fucking job!"

"Well, you have to go tell him that, 'cause he sure seems to have forgotten it was just a job!" he retorted.

"You're ridiculous," you scoffed.

The pressure on his chin completely disappeared as you took your hand away. You could not believe what you were hearing. Of course, you had known that Michael was jealous ━ he literally told you so, but you had thought... once he would see... You sighed, shaking your head.

"I shouldn't have asked you to come," you spoke after a few seconds and your voice was smaller than you had wanted. "It was a mistake."

Michael looked up at you, suddenly frightened. This time, it was he who approached you, raising his hand to rest it gently against your cheek. 

"Baby..."

"I don't want to hear it, Michael," you put some distance between you two.

The space between you bothered him even more, and his old demons seemed to be returning. He was afraid ━ afraid of losing you, afraid that you might leave him for someone else. The fact that you refused to let him touch you almost made him want to cry. 

"Baby," Michael tried again, stepping forward.

You stepped back.

"I said I don't want to hear it!"

"Please. Just... Just let me explain."

"Explain what?! Explain how you managed to turn my job into a personal attack on you? Explain how you made my director question whether I'm professional enough to handle a scene? Explain how you made me feel like I have to choose between my career and you?" you exploded, letting your anger out. "I would have never done this to you…"

You hated the way your voice had cracked on the last word. The truth had come out ━ it did not matter that you knew Michael was not selfish and was the most supportive boyfriend ever ━ he could never realise that his behaviour was having a negative impact on your own career. For him, it was simple: he was a man and the world belonged to him. But for you… things were different. You could throw a jealous tantrum at him and his team would see you as a madwoman and they would move on… But if Michael did the same? You would become the problem, the woman who could not handle her partner…

And if you could not handle him ━ could you even handle your job? 

He could never understand that.

"That's not what I was trying to do," Michael's answer came.

"Then what were you trying to do? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you decided to act like a child and make it all about you."

He shook his head.

"That's not fair."

"Fair? You want to talk about fair? I asked you to come here because I thought it would help! I thought if you saw how awkward those scenes actually are, you'd stop worrying. I wanted you to see that it means nothing! That he means nothing! That the only person I think about when I'm doing those scenes is you and how I can't wait to get home to you!"

Why were men such complete idiots? They never saw all the effort we went to for them, all the sacrifices! Yet when it came to taking offence at a scene lasting not even a minute and a half in a film lasting nearly three hours about a drug cartel, in which the man succumbs to every vice ━ well, then they saw everything!

Yet Michael was one of those men who really noticed. He would always compliment your hairstyle when you came back from the hairdresser’s, even without you having told him. He would always give you flowers and countless gifts that reminded him of you. When you were suffering from period pain, Michael would even go out and buy all your favourite sweets, cancel a session at the studio, and spend the rest of his time looking after you. A hot water bottle, a massage ━ he would even go so far as to feed you.

And you returned his love time and again.

So why the hell did he doubt you in front of other men?

"I didn't━I didn't know you were thinking about me..."

"Of course I was thinking about you!" you shouted. "I'm always thinking about you, that’s the problem. I spend so much time trying to make you feel secure that I forget to take care of myself. And now━" you gestured vaguely at the door. "Now I have to go back out there and pretend like my boyfriend didn't just humiliate me in front of everyone I work with."

You could see the guilt on his face in the way he held his hand behind his neck, his lower lip sucked between his teeth. 

"Baby, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to━I wasn't trying to━"

"I know you weren't trying to," you cut him off, softer now. "You don't mean to hurt me. You just do. And then you look at me with those big eyes and I'm supposed to forgive you. And I do, Michael, I always do. But━" your voice dropped to barely a whisper. "━it's exhausting."

He stood there for a moment, staring at you, frozen by your words. He seemed to be hesitating over what to say, but no sound came out. His full lips parted, then closed again. You noticed that his hands were shaking too, and Michael had to tuck them into his jeans pockets to hide it.

"So… so this is it, huh?" he said at last in a whisper. "You’re… you’re breaking up with me?"

"What?!"

Oh, how you hated when your boyfriend would put words into your mouth. Michael was always so insecure, always imagining the worst while also being so eager to be comforted.

"And where the hell did you hear me say this?"

He paused.

"I… I don’t know… You… You said you were exhausted so I thought…"

"Well, obviously, you thought wrong," you rolled your eyes.

A shy smile instantly wiped the dejected look off Michael’s face. He took his hands out of his pockets, took a step toward you, and then held out an arm to touch you.

You dodged him, and his smile faded just as his arm dropped.

"It’s not because I won’t break up with you that it means you are forgiven, Michael," you informed him, turning your back to him. "You will have to do better than that."

You heard him exhale behind you. You completely had him at your mercy and this thought alone was enough to make you shiver. You felt him walking toward you, stopping close enough so you could feel his breath. Michael did not try to touch you again. Smart man.

"Then tell me what you want me to do… and I’ll do it. Anything. I swear."

You finally turned to face him.

"Anything?" you repeated, one eyebrow raised.

"Anything, baby. You tell me," he nodded frantically.

You remained silent before going back to sit on the sofa. Your dressing gown opened a little wider as you crossed your legs, offering a brief glimpse of your slightly damp lips against the leather. His mouth opened slightly at the sight of the thing he loved to worship most of all. A groan escaped from his throat.

"Kneel."

You did not even have time to blink before Michael had already dropped to his knees with a thud. He placed both hands flat on his thighs, leaving a damp mark on the jeans. He never took his eyes off you ━ he did not even dare to blink or breathe too heavily for fear that you might change your mind.

"Someone’s eager," you whispered, pleased. "You want to make this right, mmm?"

"Yes," Michael nodded.

You glanced at the clock to check you had enough time for your plan. Fifteen minutes left. That was more than enough to edge him several times and make you come at least three times… maybe even four, given how hungry he looked.

"You will do as I say? No interruptions?" he agreed once more. "Mm. Strip."

Michael was so predictable. You saw him hesitate for a nanosecond, a twitch running through his fingers as they tried to move. You raised an eyebrow, and that was the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, his hands rushed to his red shirt, clumsily unbuttoning it. After several seconds of fumbling, the fabric parted to reveal his rich brown chest, where you could see a few lighter patches dotted across it.

You caught your breath slightly.

You never ceased to be in awe of his body every time he revealed himself to you. You still remembered the first time Michael had done so, how nervous and self-conscious he had been. He really had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of.

Michael resembled the statues found in Greek temples ━ those Gods carved from marble. If you had been a sculptor, you would undoubtedly have carved his likeness in stone and erected a temple in his honour.

You let out a small sigh to let him know you were appreciating the view.

His large, graceful and slender hands, with which he had written masterpieces, then moved toward his leather belt as he stood up. His movements were more confident now ━ it always took him a moment to settle in before his shyness evaporated in a whirlwind of desire and confidence. Him feeling loved and desired by you always made him feel that way.

Michael pulled down his trousers without even looking at what he was doing, his big, doe-like eyes watching every expression on your face.

Your gaze swept over his body without the slightest hesitation, following an irregular line of his vitiligo. One eyebrow rose as a patch disappeared beneath his boxer. You looked up at him, waiting patiently for him to remove the last barrier.

He licked his lips for a moment, his lower lip remaining trapped beneath the weight of his front teeth.

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics ━ Michael loved to give in to your every wish, but he had that ever-present rebellious streak that loved to tease you a little, no matter whether he was already in trouble.

"The longer you take, the less time I’ll have to take care of you," you reminded him in a commanding tone.

A smile betrayed his pouting. Without further ado, he gently pulled down his boxer ━ just the way you liked it ━ and let them fall to his feet before following them to his knees once more.

Without realising it, you parted your thighs at the sight of his hard member, already pointing skywards. It was so swollen that fluid was already oozing from it. You had to bite your lips agonisingly hard to stop yourself from moaning at the sight.

You reluctantly looked away, searching for his eyes so you could refocus on your task. Goodness, Michael must surely have known the effect he had on you! You could feel your own body responding to the sight of him, your clitoris craving stimulation. You clenched around nothing.

"Look at you…" you cooed. "So beautiful… Can you see what you’re doing to me?" you saw him nod as his eyes traveled down to between your legs. "Yet… you still don’t trust that I only want you."

You snapped your legs shut, thus depriving him of the sight of the leather soaked by you. In your mind, it felt like a punishment for him. In reality, it mainly gave you a moment’s relief as you discreetly rubbed your thighs together. You did not know how it was possible, but you were already very close to seeing stars.

"I do trust you!" Michael protested, aching to touch you. "I… I know that you love me…"

"Then why do you act like you don’t?"

He did not reply.

"That’s what I thought," you chuckled, letting your fingers traveled down your naked body. "Come here."

Your boyfriend crawled forward on his knees, stopping right between your legs. His hands returned to their places on his bare thighs, gripping his own skin to stop himself from touching you without permission.

God, you were about to come just from the sight alone.

"Good boy," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face. "Look at me."

Michael did as he was told. His eyes were glassy from love and desire.

"You do believe me when I tell you that I love you, right?" you asked, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "I love you more than I’ve ever loved in my entire life. I could never want anyone else. You know that?"

"Yes… Yes, I… I believe you," he breathed.

You leaned forward, placing a kiss on his nose.

"Smart man," you murmured. "But I’m afraid you were too bad for me to forgive you already," you leaned back against the sofa, sighing dramatically as you released his face. "Mm… what should I do with you?"

"Anything you want," Michael pleaded. "Just… Please."

"Mm," you hummed. "Are you sure you can handle everything?"

He nodded desperately this time.

"Right," you chuckled. "Keep your hands to yourself, my love. No touching me or I stop."

Your boyfriend let out a whine that transformed into a moan as your hand closed around his member. His head fell back, hips bucking into your fist. You held him firmly without moving.

His cock felt almost scorching against your slightly damp palm, and it was so hard… Fuck, you had to stop yourself from getting up to ride him to climax. You applied pressure, finally moving your hand slowly up and down. His face contorted with pleasure as his breathing grew deeper and more ragged.

"P-please, b-baby…" Michael gasped.

"Shh," you stopped. "I didn’t give you permission to talk."

He groaned in frustration, his hips meeting each of your movements with desperation as you resumed your back-and-forth motion.

You leaned toward him, your lips tracing the curve of his throat, his jaw, his cheek and his nose. Every part of his face — of his whole being, in fact — belonged to you and could not escape your burning kisses. Your other hand set to work caressing your crotch in quick little circles. You did not need much stimulation to cross the finish line.

Your hand tightened around him, the pressure almost crushing his full testicles against the floor as you came, your body trembling with the sensation.

Michael pouted and whined, breathlessly begging you to bring him to the end too. Your moans were so loud that you were sure you could be heard from outside of the room.

Your heart was still racing, and your breath was still shallowed, when you came down from your high. Your mouth was still pressed against his skin, saliva drooling over it. You licked it back into your mouth, leaving a wet kiss behind as if to thank him.

When you opened your eyes again, that was when you realised he was desperately fucking your hand. Without a shred of remorse, you let go of his cock completely, thereby ruining his next thrust, and stepped back with a triumphant smile.

"Woman… you… you can’t… you can’t do t-this to me," Michael cried, frustrated. "Please, baby… Please. I… I won’t d-doubt you ever again, I p-promise, b-but p-please…"

"Oh, I know you won’t, my love," you mocked, your eyes glancing at the clock. "And that’s why you’ll have to think about your actions while I go finish shooting that scene, mmm?"

He opened his eyes, his irises twice as big as they normally were.

"W-what?"

You leaned forward once more to kiss the corner of his lips briefly.

you suddenly hear a knock on your bedroom door and he enters, looking exceedingly beautiful. oh your heart is still not used to his presence. you feel it beating fast against your chest. he leans closer to you and wraps his firm hands around your waist. a quiet gasp escapes your lips.

“what are you doing, mike? you know, you don't need to knock on the door. this is your room too, it's not necessary—”

“i wanted to check on you. you're beautiful. actually, you're always so beautiful.” he buries his face in your hair while holding you even closer. “you smell so good, huh. are you feeling nervous, baby?”

“just a bit, mike. i just don't wanna do something wrong… this is your image at the end of it all.”

“don't worry like that, baby. you don't need to feel nervous. we are at home… and i got something for you. it will make you relax.”

“what is it?”

“close your eyes. do not open them until i say you can, alright?”

you nod and close your eyes. you feel his hands sliding away from your waist. and you have no idea what he's doing until you feel a sudden touch on your ankle.

“michael, what are you doing??”

“angel, please don't open your eyes. just relax, okay? open your legs a bit more. yeah, like that, baby.”

you spread your legs enough for him to trail kisses along your inner thigh. every time he presses his lips against your skin, you feel a shiver running down your spine. and then you feel it. he's sliding your panties to the side.

“mike, sto—”

“shhh. don't worry, i just want you to feel good.”

he grabs your left leg and places it over his shoulder, giving him a full view of your cunt.

“look at that. you're soaking wet.”

he breathes softly against your clit. before pressing his warm lips all over your wetness, he parts your folds and slides something inside you. it fills you, and you let out a pathetic moan.

“you can open your eyes now. it's a vibrator with a remote control.”

you're in complete disbelief. but when he presses the tiny remote in his hand and you feel a soothing massage inside you—you know that he's telling the truth.

“michael, take it off. we're going to have an interview!”

he's back on his feet, staring at you with a smirk on his face. “i know you can take it, baby. and it will help you relax a bit, huh? let's go, they are waiting for us.”

the gentle pressure is still there. it's like a massage, sending waves through your inner walls. you have to admit it’s so damn good.

but right now while the interviewer is checking her papers and the whole crew is behind her—including him—it somehow makes you feel even more excited.

you don't look at him, but you know he has his hand in his pocket holding the remote control for that thing inside you.

“are you feeling alright, mrs. jackson? you don't need to feel nervous. there's no pressure!” the interviewer is gentle enough to ask you but that only makes you feel even more anxious, mixed with excitement and maybe your husband knows you a little too well.

“i'm alright, sweetie. shall we start?” your voice sounds steady, but there's a hint of a sob.

the vibrator doesn't make any sound, but it still creates a pleasant friction inside you. you want to close your eyes and drown yourself in pleasure, but you're a rational human being.

“are you sure you're okay, mrs. jackson? you seem uneasy. we can reschedule for another day, don't worry.”

fuck. fuck. fuck. why is she asking you that again?

do you look weird? do you look too suspicious?

you nod and give her a dazzling smile while shifting your weight.

“you don't need to worry. let's begin, please.”

“yes! yes! please, guys, turn the camera on. 1, 2, 3! hello there! we are here with a special guest. please, mr. jackson, how are you feeling today? i know this is your first time giving a solo interview, and i'm more than honored to be the person you're giving it to! so, first question, how did you guys meet?”

oh. that pressure is still there. and you can't let yourself be distracted by it. somehow the waves are stronger. when you look at mike, he's already staring at you. it's lustful. he's staring at your trembling legs, which anyone could mistake for simple nervousness. but you know the truth, and so does he.

you're squeezing around it and dripping.

“we met at a dinner at elizabeth's. it was my very first time seeing him, but of course i was aware of who he was. and i think something clicked right there. a little voice in my head telling me that he would be my man.”

you somehow manage to seem alright throughout the whole interview. you weren't even thinking about your answers. you just wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

but when it's yours and michael's turn, he gives you a wink. a naughty wink and a naughty smile. suddenly, the vibrator is faster than before. it's pulsing inside you. it's shattering. you bite your lip and cross your legs.

michael is now sitting by your side while the crew arranges the lighting. he leans in your direction, placing his arm around your shoulder. he whispers in your ear, and you feel shudders run all over your body.

“are you sure you're okay, sweetie?”

“m-michael, stop it. please. i need you.” your voice is barely a murmur. you don't think you can take it anymore. the sweet pressure inside you, his touch on your shoulder—it's too much. you feel your head growing dizzy, the climax building. it's overwhelming.

“carol, can we please reschedule our interview for another day? my wife is not feeling well.” he pinches the bridge of his nose and doesn't hesitate to interlock his fingers with yours. he grabs your hand, walking with you through the hallway.

you're finally in the bedroom.

“i'm gonna kill you—” he captures your mouth with devotion, searching for your tongue. you're trembling in his arms, a mess, whining against his lips.

“i'll take it off. and you're gonna cum on my cock, alright?”

“please. fuck.” he lifts your dress and pulls your panties down.

“you're a mess. look at you, such a pretty mess, huh? your cunt is so pretty. say it's mine.” he takes the vibrator out and unzips his pants. he's already so hard. you're salivating at the sight of his big cock.

“it's all y-yours, mike.” he slides into you, burying his cock deep inside you. you're indeed a mess, sobbing with every thrust he gives you. he's so good at finding your sweet spot. the friction of his mouth against yours, and of him being inside you, is making you melt. a white ring is visible around the base of his cock every time he's buried deep inside you. your vision is fading to black.

“yes, baby, that's it. come on my cock, yeah? fuck. jesus. you're so tight. you're squeezing me so hard. fuck. i'm gonna cum, and i'm gonna fill you with my babies.”

every grunt is rough as he chases his own pleasure, slamming his hips against yours. and when you feel him pulsing inside you, he slows his pace, sinking deep into you.

“m-mike. oh. god.”

it's intense. it's visceral. he cums inside you, but he doesn't pull out. instead, he simply admires your face, looking at you so affectionately that it makes your heart flutter.

“i love you so much. did you like it? i bought it on-”

“don't do this ever again! at least, not without warning me first.”

“i did warn—”

“no, you didn't, mike!”

“i said it was going to help you relax, and it did.”

he's not wrong, but he didn't need to do that. you gently kiss his lips and trace imaginary circles across his chest.

yeah. maybe you can use it one more time.

just one.

or two.

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